7, 9, 14, 16 June 1976 – “Do you know, Bet, someday you’re going to make a fella very happy.” “What, when he’s me husband?” “No, when he’s your widower.”

If you had told me before I started this blog that salad would become a recurring motif in my posts, I would have been nonplussed. Yet here we are again, watching Ken mope sadly about the place because Wendy has buggered off. In an attempt to comfort his glum nephew, Uncle Albert Tatlock suggests that […]